whims of being

calling it as I see it

[1000drawings]

by Paul Lacolley

[unclefather]

robber: *breaks into my house* me: can I help you find anyth- robber: just looking

[lifeinpoetry]

You are closed and shuttered to me now, a room without doors or windows, and I cannot enter. But I fell in love with you under the open sky and death cannot change that.

Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook (via lifeinpoetry)

[tastefullyoffensive]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I ache, I never stop aching. Look at me. I wish I could step into your eyes. I wish you would close your eyes.

Hélène Cixous, from The Selected Plays of Hélène Cixous; “Portrait of Dora,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[merulae]

This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it. You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.” We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind. As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t, of course. We never do. No matter. It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift this morning that moves and holds me. Same as every morning.

Raymond Carver, from The Gift (via soracities)

[arousedhoe]

hey does anyone know the fastest way to clean up milk that’s covering every goddamn i nch of the  kitchen floor

[slightmood]

i know a gal……she’s on her way

[arousedhoe]

thanks

[slightmood]

[lifeinpoetry]

So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

Jeanette Winterson, from The PowerBook (via lifeinpoetry)

[quotemadness]

You can’t ever be really free if you admire somebody too much.

Tove Jansson (via quotemadness)

[pleatedjeans]

[tylerknott]

All these syllables and all I think of is you. You are truth to me.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

[yearsofmagicalthinking]

sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

“and were you being good to yourself?” by Warsan Shire (via yearsofmagicalthinking)

[miracle-vine]

[rbgif]

[memecucker]

do people actually read books while in the bathtub

how do you not get everything wet

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[la-reina-de-rosas-deactivated20]

One of my favorite pieces of artwork by the amazing & talented

Soey Milk

[tastefullyoffensive]

(via TheCutestTroll)